Jon nods his understanding. He is quite used to wait for others to find their words, so he doesn't mind waiting for Lerith to finish writing.

"I will gladly sign for you again. When I am able to. But I wonder if maybe... Maybe Billy can help you. With your voice." He gestures towards his own neck, where his vocal cords are. It only feels right that the elf should get a chance to properly rid himself of any reminders of his time as a slave. Lerith is no one's slave here after all. No one here has the right to place any punishments on him, especially not such needlessly extreme ones.

"Not that I can promise anything, but... Billy controls powerful magic and uses it to heal people as well. It won't hurt to ask."